Peter vs reality

8-The pain of tomorrow

"Peter, we have waiting here for so long" May says with the evil laced in her voice.
"Come over here so we can talk" Matthew adds.
"Yes sir" I reply not wanting to start anything that I can't finish.
I walk over quickly hoping to avoid any punishment. I know I was past curfew and all but I really couldn't take another beating.

I guess luck was not on my side. But then again when was it ever. Matthew pushed me down and stood on my stomach. I groaned at the pain. I could feel my ribs preparing to snap. With Matthew holding me down May knelt down and started punching my face. Usually she wouldn't aim there as it's more obvious but I could tell she wanted me dead.

"You stupid brat, taking pity from Mr stark" May sneered.
Those words just echoed around my head as they continues to kick my ribs, punch my stomach and slap me across the face many times. Matthew picked me up and slammed my face into the table. All I could hear was my nose snap and blood dripping down. May grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed me in my upper leg. I yelled out in pain. 

"SHUT UP, YOU DESERVE THIS" Matthew tells me. Obviously I didn't deserve this but hearing it so often really made me believe it. Maybe I did deserve all this. I deserve to die.

I just laid there until I noticed they had stopped and were watching tv again. I knew I had one choice and that would be to leave for good.

I still had my shoes on so I did my best to pull myself to the door ignoring the headache and aching throughout my entire body. I opened the door quietly and pulled myself out. I was still on the floor so I quickly closed the door and attempted to get up. I used the wall as support and I could hardly crawl let alone walk.

After a few minutes I managed to get up. I started slowly walking out of the building. It was late night about 11pm and only a few people and gang were out. Some people stared at me. I had no idea why until I wiped the sweat off my face. Looking at my hand I realised there was still blood and bruising all over.

I hadn't had time to clean up so I was walking through the streets with blood dripping down my face. I stumbled down an alley and dropped the the floor behind a dumpster. I didn't want to stay here but I needed to rest. My healing wouldn't work as I haven't eaten and I've hardly slept. My thoughts circled around until eventually I passed out.

Time skip

Groaning in agony I pushed my eyes open. I noticed where I was and remembered all the events of last night. I pulled out my phone and turned it on. It was Friday and I still had to get to school within the next few hours as it was only 4am. I hadn't slept very long only 5 hours.

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Of course they spammed me. The avengers were probably worried. Who am I kidding of course they didn't care about me they most likely just wanted to know when I was coming back to the internship. But that was better then nothing. I got up slowly as I felt my whole body ache. My ribs and head was by far the worse so far.

Blood was covering my whole right side of my face as I must have cracked it open int he table when Matthew slammed it. My nose hurt a lot but I managed to move it back whilst yelling in pain. I lifted my shirt and saw the swarm of blue and purple bruises surround my lower ribs. I had a few bruises on my legs, arms and face but mostly on my stomach and ribs.

I stumbled to a corner store and picked up a first aid kit. As I walked to the counter I noticed someone outside it looked like Steve. I quickly threw my hood over and continued to pay. Steve came into the store and walked around it looked as if he was looking for something or maybe someone. I tried to exit the store but someone reached for my shoulder.
"Hey, you wouldn't have seen a teen about 16 years old I think with brown hair and a light blue bag, lighter then yours?" I knew that was Steve who asked.

I just shook my head and kept walking until he pulled my hood down. I hadn't even cleaned up yet.
"Damn... PETER!?" Steve yelled
I quickly flinched away from the loud voice.
"Oh...h..hey" I stuttered out.
"What happened pete, we better get you back to the tower and get you checked out" he said worried.
"No that's....that's o...okay"
"Come on Peter I'm not taking no for an answer" he said while pulling me out of the store with him. I could feel him staring at me but I didn't mind I just kept walking. Great more pity, they hate you, you keep annoying them, they were looking for you for the internship, worthless, useless

"You okay Peter?" Steve added.
I just nodded my head and kept walking I noticed we weren't taking the main streets, instead we were going down alleyways and back paths. We kept waking for about  it another 12 minutes before I felt dizzy but I didn't mind. We were outside the tower when my anxiety started to act. My breathes became uneven and I started shaking. I knew an anxiety attack was coming.

A/N
Hey everyone, sorry for the wait I have just had a really rough past couple of days and struggled to find time. I will try to update more though.

Thank you for reading this it means a lot that people actually like it.

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